"What is your fucking name?" Vulture asked.
Regina did not drop eye contact with him, still stroking, still working as a robotic good sex toy.
He growled, knocking her hands off his cock. They landed limply in her lap. Then he stood up, swaying slightly with his erection standing proud beneath the shirt, trousers puddled around ankles like shackles.
Her skin prickled with the force of his stare, but apart from that, nothing moved her. She now did not care what he wanted. Her name? She forgot her name just a moment ago when she became his toy.
But since she was his toy and he had asked a question so she had to reply, like a good slave she had to obey him.
"Bitch. My name is Bitch, Master."
Vulture hissed between clenched teeth as Regina reached for his cock again, dragging a fingernail up the length, pressing hard against the slit at the top.
